Enchanted Poem by Aram Stefanian

Speak of the devil, that's Princess of Darkness
His sister-in-law, she's ready to strike and raise Cain
She's not human, yet feels profound sadness
Over the martyrs of eternal torture and pain

There's no hideaway for persistent sinners
According to her schedule, they'll go strictly to hell
No advantage for both losers and winners
She is deaf to their plea and laughs as they yell

You're in love with her, enchanted and frozen
Feeling a strange mix of adoration and fright
With her you could've shared a cell in prison
She's gonna teach you how to tell wrong from right